Crosses For Eyes

  • Gabriella Evans

    Gabriella Evans

    Here’s another from my short lived A-Z of death. Still part of the Crosses For Eyes collection though. For those who might not know, a po is what we used to call a potty. It was also known as a Guzundah, because it guzundah the bed. Used when most people didn’t have inside toilets and…

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  • My Purple Cupboard

    My Purple Cupboard

    We all have one of those cupboards, sometimes it’s a drawer, where you keep all the weird stuff that you can’t find room for anywhere else. My cupboard is purple and it’s full of all kind of fun things. To keep them hidden and undiscovered I hide my secrets in my purple cupboard There’s a…

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  • Neighbours

    Neighbours

    After yesterday’s post I thought I’d lighten the mood with a song. I was watching The Sound of Music recently and found myself singing along with, “My Favourite Things”. Of course I don’t know the actual words so I made up my own. I’m not sure I got it quite right to fit with the…

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  • The Babysitter’s Lament

    The Babysitter’s Lament

    An extra dark one for today’s Crosses For Eyes entry. In fact, it’s probably my only pome that comes with a trigger warning, so don’t say you weren’t warned. It was inspired by a story I started writing about a little girl who, being unhappy about having a new family thrust upon her, decides to…

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  • Spiders

    Spiders

    Who doesn’t like spiders? So cute. So cuddly. So many legs. So much scurrying. But no matter what you think of spiders, you should never step on one. Never step on a spider. It’s the worst thing you can do. Because if you step on a spider The spiders will come for you. They’ll sneak…

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  • Douglas Turvey

    Douglas Turvey

    Crashing on with my hilarious death pomes. Here is a cautionary tale. Not quite as long as one of Beloc’s but still. Douglas Turvey liked to run With scissors in his hand. His mother didn’t like it And told him he was banned. If mother didn’t see him There was nothing she could say. So…

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  • Freddy Farrington

    Freddy Farrington

    You might notice that some of these latest poems appear to be in alphabetical order. This is because I wrote them that way. They were originally written for an A-Z project and I just kind of fell into my usual m ode of writing about death. This one is also about science though, so that’s…

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  • Pretty little Evadne Myers

    Pretty little Evadne Myers

    This pome was very much inspired by Harry Graham’s rotten rhymes. He wrote some great ones which can be found in his collection, When Grandmama Fell Off The Boat. Graham’s rotten rhymes concern death and tragedy with a lack of caring bordering on callousness that just makes me laugh. Anyway, here’s my effort: Pretty little…

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  • Crosses For Eyes

    Crosses For Eyes

    I have noticed that I tend to write my pomes to a theme. It never started out that way. But I found that I really like the pomes of Harry Graham (Rotten Rhymes) and Hilaire Belloc (Cautionary Tales) as well as people like Edward Gorey (The Gashlycrumb Tinies). And I’ve always been a fan of…

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  • Horace Hobbs

    Horace Hobbs

    Today, I am feeling sad. So here is a sad poem about Horace Hobbs. On Monday Horace Hobbs felt sad On Tuesday he felt worse “The world’s a rotten place,” he said, “And everything is cursed.” On Wednesday and on Thursday Horace failed to improve He lay there being miserable And simply would not move.…

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